When we were young, the music soared, Our hearts would race, our spirits roared. Love was fire, wild and free, Every kiss a mystery. Dancing barefoot in the rain, Every moment, sweet champagne. Young love sings with reckless flight, Chasing dreams into the night. But now our song is softer, dear, A melody the heart can hear. It’s sunrises through tired eyes, It’s pain pills when your back won’t rise. It’s holding hands when days grow long, It’s humming our familiar song. And though the notes are slower now, They’re sweeter still, I don’t know how. For love is not just fire and flame, It’s memory, it’s gentle rain. It’s every sunset we have seen, It’s every morning in between. Love is laughter, love is tears, It’s growing closer through the years. And though the world may fade from view, My sweetest song is still of you. We’ve walked through storms and skies of blue, Raised up our children, saw them too. We’ve buried friends, we’ve dried our tears, We’ve gathered hope across the years. Through every trial, joy, and pain, I’d choose it all with you again. For love that lasts the whole life through, Is just beginning, here with you. Love is not just fire and flame, It’s every sunset, every rain. Through all the years, both old and new, My sweetest song is still of you. We may not climb the mountain high, Or chase the stars across the sky. But I will rock beside your chair, And find adventure waiting there. For every wrinkle tells a tale, And every whisper fills the sail. Our journey’s not a younger one, But oh, my dear, the best’s begun. Love is not just fire and flame, It’s memory, it’s gentle rain. It’s every sunset we have seen, It’s every morning in between. Love is laughter, love is tears, It’s holding on through all the years. And when my final song is through… The last note sings my love for you.
